Donald Robinson

I still think often of Don. At various times driving through Murray, I'll take note of a specific location and remember where Don showed me camera tips, how different angles can produce strikingly different results. Or I'll encounter somebody, often in the obits, that we had had an association with and think, "I'd sure like to talk to Don about that." Any number of times, too, when people ask me about my 44-year career as a newspaperman, I always tell them that my love for the job was molded...

I think about Don all the time in appreciation for all the life´s lessons and friendship he gave me for more than 30 years. I miss him a lot. I hope all of his women are doing okay.

My deepest sympathies to Betty and family. I haven't seen Don for several years, but during his time at the Green Sheet, and then with the Deseret News and Tribune, we maintained a close relationship. I was proud to call him 'friend' and we enjoyed many times just talking.

I´m so sorry to hear of Don´s passing. I was fortunate to work with him at both papers, and his kindness, generosity and love of words made a deep impression on me. I appreciated his wit and wisdom. He shared his love of music by making me a dozen CDs with great old tunes. Like the music that he loved, his influence will live on. He made me a better copy editor and a better person.

I'm so incredibly saddened to see Don's obituary. He was like a second father to me, a perfect boss for a young man entering the newspaper business and a dear friend throughout my life. He was so kind and compassionate, a wordsmith through and through, simply one of the most important guiding forces in my life. I tried to track him down after your house sold but couldn't find him to tell him I'm still thinking of him often. For all the members of the Robinson family, just know your dad and...